I’d like to tell you a story
Once, twice, too many upon a times
She ripped herself apart in front of a cold mirror’s face
Each flower she picked smelled like rain, dead and discarded by the grey sky
She knew love, knew that it sucked the insides out of her, left her half empty
So she dropped away from herself,
Took the power she had and ran it down
What she didn’t see that with every step she took closer she was only further away
Cast adrift in the unfamiliar sea
Clinics held her tight, steady
But the look in her eyes tells of the wobble in her smile